Have you ever? (Poem)

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Blinded charade, lost in translation, seeping through the depths like a transmuted guide.

Goodness, radiating through the caverns of my mind.

Step back, realize, unity.

This journey, powered by the human mind, so fickle. Lest we forget, nature: mother gaia.

Travel through the gaps in our society; individuality.

We will not be controlled.

How bittersweet this contrast.

The day my son was placed upon my chest and into my arms, I felt LIFE. The newest and most pure essence of our life force. So young, so quintessentially innocent, yet resonating with radiant energy.

We all, as parents go through this in our own way. We see this from different points, at different times, depending on how receptive we are.

I’m twenty four years old. The energy of youth still abundant in my being and renewed by my gratification of bringing a life into this world. I feel such revelry to walk our mother earth each day and with each breath I am open to more.

When Torben met his great grandparents on my mother’s side, we entered the energy of a thousand life forces slowly being reverted to their place of origin, but oh! What a life lived. The presence of such a burgeoning energy was enough to change the entire atmosphere, even for a fleeting second.

We come forth into this world, overflowing with such beautiful naivety on a planet that has so much information to offer. How lucky to be offered self awareness we are!

Once our lessons have been learned, our wisdom has been passed and we have drawn all of our being from melioration, we return, one way or another; our essence released to whence it came.    

Undoubtedly circling, constant yet certain is the human race as we initiate into this world, only to biologically decay even when our minds stay behind.

How bittersweet this contrast.

The Current.

Wednesday is usually hump day for most people but I am now officially coining it  ‘Midweek Mindfood’ (courtesy of my incredible other half) and what better to start this weekly ritual but to celebrate International women’s day by show casing a very creative and intelligent woman?

I would highly recommend that you head over to my beautiful and highly talented friends incredible blog : METAL AND STONE. Every single piece of writing has such depth and an admirable sense of self-acceptance and awareness.

You’ll leave with a much broader sense of mind and a sense of warmth within your being.

Happy International Women’s Day!

The Three Bears NZ

METAL AND STONE

Rainfall’s certain magic. How beautiful be that of this world, the gathering and falling of rain from the sky.
Everything cleansed from the fluid infusion that water’s energy brings. Refreshed and renewed.

The light reflection from a tiled surface, slick. Mind your step!

Flowing movement, the pull of gravity calling to collect in a dip most low lying.
So curious, water’s seeking of itself; to join, attract, become magnetised. What better than it, to flood, pool, engulf.

Inresistant. Completely surrendered.

Birthing and sustaining, allowing life to thrive. Adaptive to any and all conditions, never ceasing to exist.

The sound variety -

Rooftop raindrops pattering, crashing and rolling surf.

Gentle trickles, delicate leaky dripping.

Fine spray of mist, tumbling shower.

Boiling bubble, cracking ice.

Sizzle and steam, hastily evaporate.

Many qualities in water, it’s true. Symbolism abounds.

The sorrow of a tear’s roll, the filling of pain to overflow. The soft…

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